Spellcasting

Bewitched pigsflaming leavesbent, twisted twigs,a wind which weaves,mourns, moans of melodyhaunts with its poetryhand-in-hand you-and-mewalking a gold-coin trimmed alleythrough the cold veil of autumn. All this heat and symmetry remembered, how thebreath peals, wreathed in mistencircling thissacred geometry. Today is heavy:Rain falls and you aren't hereI call up the crystal screenstare hard into andthrough the ubiquitous... Continue Reading →

A Video Poem from ‘Three-Penny Memories’

It has been an exciting week following the launch of Barbara Harris Leonhard's debut poetry collection, Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir. The book reached the #1 New Release slot in Family Poetry, making this another EIF bestselling title! Huge congratulations to Barbara on this well-deserved accolade: No.1 New Release in Family Poetry! To celebrate the... Continue Reading →

Out Now! ‘Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir’

I am delighted to announce the successful publication of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir, the debut poetry collection from Barbara Harris Leonhard. The book is available from Amazon in both Kindle and paperback format: https://www.amazon.com/Three-Penny-Memories-Barbara-Harris-Leonhard-ebook/dp/B0BH99FS2T/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= And here are the links to buy the book in various countries: UKFranceSpainItalyJapanCanadaAustraliaIndia Huge congratulations are due to Barbara, both... Continue Reading →

‘Three-Penny Memories’ launches tomorrow!

It is a great honour to announce that Barbara Harris Leonhard's debut poetry collection, Three Penny Memories, A Poetic Memoir, will be published tomorrow. The book will be available to purchase via Amazon. If, for any reason, you do not have access to Amazon markets, please contact me via email (ingrid@experimentsinfiction.com) to discuss alternative purchase... Continue Reading →

Undercurrents

Undercurrents of a weeping worldswirl above black watersbeneath the trees, I whisper pleasI love you Eddying down to who-knows-wherethe eye of a storm’s dead certaintywith death, the singularity that takes you Flowers float the River StyxThe Ferryman emerges froma three-decades-long mist, insistsI’ve missed you I light a candle in a cellleave blooms before the river’s swellthe... Continue Reading →

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